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thesecrethistoryy · 3 years
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She sat across from the Captain, a scarred oak table between them.
“You were an assassin?” he asked, his pale brow arching. “Doesn’t that make you a criminal?”
She stiffened. “Are you not a privateer?” she countered, jaw clenching.
“We steal on decree of the king,” the Captain said. “You claim the lives of innocents.”
She stood, pushing off the table and closing the distance between them. Standing over him now, she bent to whisper in his ear.
“We are all villains in someone’s story, Captain.”
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thesecrethistoryy · 3 years
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People watcher
Sometimes I like to sit and watch
I’ll wait patiently, with a small smile
But my eyes, my eyes are doing all the work.
My eyes are searching, for who?
For what? I’m not sure
But I do like to think they know me best
I like to think that they’ll find whoever
it is I’m looking for
Or whoever is looking for me.
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